Not long after Liu Xianyang came to Mud Bottle Lane, there was another rare guest in the alley, Zhao Xuan, a gentleman in a green shirt, who looked a little like Mr. Qi Jingchun.

Zhao Miao is the eldest grandson of one of the four surnames in the town, compared to Lu Zhengchun's idle children, Zhao Xiang, who was also born rich and noble, has a good reputation, many lonely old people in the town have received the favor of the youth, if this is the so-called "celebrity and celebrity in the wild" wrist in the book, it seems to overestimate Zhao Xiang's ambition, a bit of a villain's heart to the belly of a gentleman, after all, the boy has been such a kind heart since he was ten years old, year after year, and there is no slackness. Even the old man who watched the young man grow up on Fulu Street had to stretch out his thumb, and every time he reprimanded his own children, he would always take Zhao Miao out as a reason, which made Zhao Miao have few friends among his peers.

Lu Zhengchun's group of people are free and sexually free, and he doesn't like to deal with a nerd who is also a man all day long, just imagine everyone climbing the wall to peep at the pretty widow with great interest, but someone is talking about indecent things next to him, isn't it a big scene. In short, the young Zhao Miao likes to deal with people outside Fulu Street over the years, and he has walked through almost all the alleys and alleys, except for Mud Bottle Lane, because this alley lives Song Jixin, a peer who makes Zhao Miao often feel ashamed of himself.

But if you really want to talk about friends, Zhao Miao probably only recognizes Song Jixin as a chess friend, although he has been losing to Song Jixin for so many years of playing chess, but the heart of victory and defeat is the heart of victory and defeat, and the obsession of wanting to win chess is obsession, for the talented Song Jixin, Zhao Miao has always admired it in his heart, but Zhao Jian is a little lost, because his intuition tells him that although Song Jixin is giggling with himself, he usually has a close relationship, but he never seems to regard him as a real friend and confidant.

Although Zhao Jian had not visited Song Jixin's house before, when he saw a certain house, he knew that this must be Song Jixin's home, from the Spring Festival couplets posted at the door, there are a lot of words, and at first glance it is Song Jixin's words, the reason is very simple, the style is too much change, it can almost be said that the words are different, such as the word "Yufeng", in one go, do whatever you want, and have a great sense of floating. The word "yuan", the word water, is particularly profound. The word "country" is written in a neutral and peaceful manner, like a sage sitting upright, and he can't find the slightest flaw.

Zhao Miao stood at the gate of the courtyard, almost forgot to knock on the door, leaned forward, looked at those words stupidly, lost his soul, and only felt that he was about to lose the courage to knock on the door. It is precisely because he practiced calligraphy diligently and wrote many posts that he knew more about the strength, weight, and spirit of those words.

Zhao Miao was sad, took out a money bag, bent down and put it at the door, ready to say goodbye without saying goodbye.

At this time, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and Zhao Xuan looked up, Song Jixin seemed to be about to go out with the maidservant Zhigui, and the two laughed and laughed.

Song Jixin pretended to be surprised, and quipped: "Zhao Xuan, you do this big gift, what do you want?"

Zhao Miao picked up the money bag a little embarrassed, and was about to open his mouth to explain the reason, but Song Jixin took away the embroidered bag, and said with a smile: "Yo, Zhao Miao came to give a gift, so I accepted it." But I said in advance, I am a poor family, but there is no gift that can make Brother Zhao enter the eyes of the law, so it will be rude to come and not communicate. ”

Zhao Miao smiled bitterly: "This bag is better than money, so it should be regarded as my parting gift, and there is no need to return the gift." ”

Song Jixin turned his head and smiled at his maidservant, and handed her the money bag, "Look, I'll just say that Zhao Miao is the most polite reader in the town, how about it?"

After the girl took the money bag, she held it on her chest, she smiled and narrowed her eyes, very happy, and slightly sideways to give a blessing, "Thank you Zhao Gongzi, my young master said, the family of good has Yu Qing, and those who do good deeds have Futian, and the slave maid is here to wish Zhao Gongzi a prosperous future." ”

Zhao Miao hurriedly returned the salute and said, "Thank you for the good words of Miss Zhigui." ”

Song Jixin touched the back of his head and yawned, "You're not tired." ”

Zhigui smiled and said: "If you can get a bag of money every time, the slave and maid will not be tired after giving ten thousand blessings." ”

Zhao Miao was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm going to disappoint Miss Zhigui." ”

Song Jixin waved his hand, "Let's go, let's drink!"

Zhao Miao looked embarrassed, and Song Ji said excitedly: "A straw bag! Reading only reads rigid rules, and doesn't read out the romance of celebrities, how can you do it?"

Zhao Miao asked tentatively, "Have a drink?"

Song Jixin rolled his eyes and said: "Drunk!"

Zhao Miao was about to speak, but was dragged away by Song Jixin's neck.

When the maidservant Nai Kyu locked the door, the four-legged snake tried to sneak out, and she kicked it back into the yard.

When she passed by the house next door, she quietly stood on her heels, glanced at it a few times, and saw Liu Xianyang's tall figure, the latter also found her, and immediately smiled brightly, Liu Xianyang was about to greet her, she had already withdrawn her gaze and walked away quickly.

There is a restaurant in the town, but it is really not big, but the cost is not small, but Zhao Miao is a child of the Zhao family after all, and the reputation is good, and the restaurant shopkeeper of the famous iron rooster does not know which tendon is wrong today. Song Jixin immediately smiled and stretched out his hand, and begged for silver on the spot, and the shopkeeper was stupid to find himself under the stairs, saying that he owed it, and Ming'er asked people to send Song Gongzi a few jars of good wine. Zhao Miao was eager to dig a hole in the ground at that time, and the shopkeeper had always known the strange temperament of Master Song in Mud Bottle Lane, but he was not really angry, and personally found an elegant and quiet window position for the three of them on the second floor.

Song Jixin and Zhao Miao didn't talk much, and Song Jixin didn't persuade the wine pit people, which made Zhao Xuan, who originally regarded death as home, very strange.

Looking from the window on the second floor of the restaurant, you can just see a plaque of the twelve-foot archway, which is a good choice.

Song Jixin asked, "Mr. Qi really won't leave the town with you?"

Zhao Miao nodded and said, "Mr. temporarily changed his itinerary and said that he would stay in the school and teach the penultimate part of the last, "Zhili." ”

Song Jixin sighed with emotion: "Then Mr. Qi is going to talk about a big truth, to teach the world for the Confucian saints, to tell us that at the beginning of the world, there was no law, and the saints taught sentient beings with rituals, and the monarchs at that time all advocated etiquette, thinking that if the etiquette is unreasonable, it will be punished, so there is a law, a ritual law, a ritual law, a ritual before the law......"

Zhao Xuan was already slightly drunk, and his speech was a little slurred, and he asked, "Do you think it's right? Why don't you just teach the last one, "Rites"?"

Song Jixin replied to the question, "Before walking out of the town, like mandrills and water ghosts, fairies and monsters, if you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it." As for how Mr. Qi teaches and how the students listen, let's have their own destiny. ”

The maidservant Zhigui also drank a glass of wine, dizzy and playful, and did not look at the majestic archway from beginning to end.

The twelve-legged archway, the base of the stone pillar are the nine kinds of alien beasts of the dragon and the nine sons, and the white tiger, the Xuanwu and the Vermilion Bird are outside.

The people of the town have lived here for generations, and it is no longer strange.

Zhao Miao couldn't help but burp, staggered to his feet, and said, "Say goodbye to you, I hope to meet again." ”

Song Jixin thought about it, then got up and said with a smile: "I will definitely see you again, Zhao Xuan, don't worry about the road ahead without a confidant." ”

Zhao Xuan, who was dazzled, bit his tongue and said sincerely: "Song Jixin, you also leave the town as soon as possible, no one in the world knows you, you will definitely be able to!"

Song Jixin obviously didn't take it seriously, waved his hand and said: "Let's go, let's go, I'm drunk, and it's insulting." ”

Before leaving, Zhao Miao was afraid of the wine and asked, "Song Jixin, do you want to go to the official residence of the kiln supervisor to take a look, I can convince the ...... of the concierge."

Song Jixin had a cold face and a word popped out from between his teeth, "Get out!"

Zhao Miao left gloomily.

The servant girl Zhigui looked at the back and said in a low voice: "Young master, people are also kind." ”

Song Jixin sneered: "The good intentions of good people in the world end up doing bad things and bearing evil results, is it less?"

She thought about it, and it seemed that it was really such a boring and boring truth, so she stopped insisting on it.

When Zhao Ji lived on Fulu Street in the north of the town, and the mud bottle lane was in the west of the poor households, when Song Jixin and the maidservant girl walked side by side through the archway, she looked up at the plaque of "angry bullfighting", like an old man in the twilight.

The girl, whose real name is Wang Zhu, smiles without showing her teeth.

After Zhao Miao returned to the ancestral house on Fulu Street, the next person told him that the ancestor was waiting for him in the study, and he had to go over immediately, and he couldn't stop for a moment.

The Zhao family is inconspicuous in the town, rich and introverted, not as arrogant and outwardly as the Lu family, and likes to call themselves scholars, and the study is also very antique.

The old woman with a cane was standing next to a bookcase, stroking the tabletop, her vicissitudes of life, full of sad reminiscences.

After the old woman smelled the rich smell of wine from the eldest grandson outside the door, she was not angry, and beckoned with a smile: "Xuan'er, come in, what is the pestle at the door, what is the boy drinking some wine, and it is not to drink horse urine, not ashamed!"

Zhao Miao crossed the threshold with a wry smile, and saluted the ancestor respectfully, and the old woman said impatiently: "Reading too much, it's not good, it's all about rules, so that the reader has been beating the wall all his life, and he is very crooked, just say that you and your grandfather, everything is top-notch, but talk to me about the big truth, chattering, it's really annoying, especially the demeanor of the pie, tsk, especially underbeaten, I can't say him, it's really hard to beat him with a cane......"

The old woman was suddenly amused by herself, and laughed, "I almost forgot, I couldn't use crutches at that time." ”

She smiled and asked, "What, it's drinking with the little white-eyed wolf surnamed Song?"

Zhao Miao said helplessly: "Grandma, how many times have I told you, Song Jixin is very talented, has a high understanding, and learns everything one step faster." ”

The old woman sneered and said: "He, smart is the smartest, but your grandfather was three years old when he was alive, and he saw that little thing dead, I want to know what your grandfather said?"

Zhao Miao hurriedly replied: "Grandson doesn't want to know!"

The old woman didn't care whether her baby grandson wanted to listen to it or not, and said to herself: "Your grandfather said, 'At a young age, the city is deep, but it is a pity that the person who loses the reputation of his ancestors must be this person.'" ’”

Then she pointed at Zhao Xuan, "Your grandfather also said, 'Gentle and frugal, nothing strange at the beginning, but he is the one who cultivates the vitality of his descendants, and his grandchildren will also be my grandchildren!'"

After the old woman finished speaking, she smiled, "Dead old man, after a lifetime of sourness, finally said a good word that is pleasing to the ear." ”

Zhao Xuan, who was a little puzzled, was just about to speak, only to hear his grandmother sigh and sigh: "Old man, old man!"

The young man had to retract his words, and stepped forward with a smile to hold the old woman's arm, "Grandma's longevity is much younger than Nanshan." ”

The old woman stretched out her dry palm and patted the back of her precious grandson's hand, "Better than your grandfather, I don't know how to talk bullshit when I read, and I can also say good things to others." ”

The young man smiled: "Grandpa is really knowledgeable, and Mr. Qi also said that grandpa has a way of learning, and he has a lot of experience in understanding the word 'righteousness'." ”

The old woman immediately showed her fox tail, and she couldn't hide her smugness, but she wanted to pretend to snort coldly: "That's not it, and it doesn't depend on who picked the man!"

Zhao Miao pursed his lips and held back a smile.

The old woman took Zhao Miao to the chair behind the bookcase, and the young man found that on the bookcase, there was a Wolong wood carving, lifelike, but for some reason, after careful observation, he found that this cyan wooden dragon had eyes but no beads.

The old woman picked up a brush that had already been dipped in ink, a brand-new small cone pen made of woodpipes from old acacia branches, held it in both hands, and handed it to her eldest grandson tremblingly.

Zhao Miao took the brush unconsciously, his shoulders sank, it turned out that his grandmother pressed her hand on her shoulder, and he sat in the position where only the head of the Zhao family could sit.

The old woman took a step back, and said with great solemnity: "Zhao Xuan, sit down! Today, you will replace the ancestors of the Zhao family and put the finishing touches on the dragon!"

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A dilapidated clay statue of the gods, on the grassy ground, horizontal and vertical, no one cares.

This has been the case for thousands of years, and there will even be clay statues that continue to fall here, and the people of the small town are not only strange to many things, but in fact, when they see these gods, they have long not had much respect.

The old man will occasionally nag a few words, so that his children do not come here to play, but the children still like to come here to hide and seek, catch crickets, etc., maybe when these children grow up, and then become the old man who is dying, he will also tell the children not to come here to play, generation after generation, just like this, there is no wind and rain and no waves, plain.

I saw that here, the rolling head, the broken torso, and the separated palms seemed to have been reluctantly put together, so that the general appearance could be maintained, but there was only this bit of face left.

A young man in straw sandals, hurried here from the side of Mud Bottle Alley, he clutched three offering coins in his palm, and when he came here, he went around all the way, and still thought about it in pieces, and then found a statue of a god with great skill, squatted down, looked around, and there was no one, and then quietly put the copper coin into the crack of the idol.

When I got up, I went to the second and the third, and they all did the same.

Before the boy left, he stood alone in the lush green grass, folded his hands, bowed his head and said silently: "Broken peace, broken peace, I hope you will bless my father and mother not to suffer in the next life...... If you can, please tell my mom and dad, I'm doing well now, don't worry about ......"